Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2021 13:02:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Dark Fantasy Subject: Island of Misfit Boys, Part 2 If you enjoy yourself while reading this story, drop me a line at Darkfantasy2021@protonmail.com and tell me how much you enjoy it, and what you'd like to see in future stories! This work is copyrighted 2021, Dark Fantasy, all rights reserved and cannot be used or reproduced without permission. Please remember to help support Nifty with your donations so they can continue to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org This story is totally a work of fiction. It is a fantasy written for entertainment purposes and nothing more. It is not real life in any way and does not advocate or condone such behavior in real life. I DO NOT condone any unlawful behavior nor any sexual contact with minor children. Please respect everyone. Want to talk about it? Write me at Darkfantasy2021@protonmail.com Gay adult/youth ================================== Island of Misfit Boys Part 2 I woke to the gentle sound of a mourning dove on a branch above my head. Or some kind of bird like that -- I remember the call from when I was boy. Which thought brought rushing back to my consciousness that I had had amazing, if probably illegal (in some countries) sex with two boys the night before. I didn't feel a bit of guilt, however. We three had, by all accounts, a very memorable and happy time. I could certainly recall the shape and taste and smell of their cocks and balls, the sound of their sighs and moans, the urgency of their cries as they came, their hot and sweet sperm filling my mouth and on our bodies. The taste of their mouths as we kissed afterwards. I would not forget the look of, well maybe not love for me, but for each other as Chris and Mike grinned afterward. It was their `honeymoon,' and though no minister or human officiant had recognized their union, I had as had the four younger boys trapped with us on that beautiful deserted tropical island. "Hi Max," Chris greeted me. He was the light brown haired partner of the relationship, Mike his darker haired lover, both around fifteen years old, but I think after surviving a plane crash and a year on the island, `going on 38 years old.' And I'm Max Christos. I of course was the newcomer, an early retiree at 45 after hitting Bitcoin wealth who had made the unfortunate choice of sailing solo around the world, my boat breaking down and happening on this island. Beyond a normal coincidence in my estimation, I wondered if there were a guiding hand somewhere bringing us all together. I had discovered six cute young boys alone, fending for themselves. I had discovered also that I rather liked making love to these boys, at least the only two with whom I'd had the opportunity, Chris and Mike, where before I hadn't honestly thought about boys that way...or maybe just had refused to admit that a young boy could be just as loving and beautiful as any woman. In any case, I would learn more about the boys in the days to come, as they would learn about me, and possibly we might discover some way to rescue ourselves from the island, a pretty Paradise of sorts but not home to any of us. I walked over to the smoldering campfire, kind of a central gathering place for the boys, as I took it to be. "Hi Max, how'd you sleep last night?" asked Spence with a grin, then he giggled. His light blond hair kept getting in his eyes, so the nine year old was continually brushing it away from his face. "Um, pretty well," I said, considering where he might be going with his question. "I bet it was nice and comfortable with Mike and Chris all over you," he said. "It was," I responded neutrally. "They're very nice young men." "Um, could I ask you a question?" Spence said. "Sure," I replied. "We know how to um, play with our things...our penises, and it feels really good. You guys were doing some other stuff and it looked like it was even better. Can you show us it?" There it was, a young boy asking me to fuck him. Now, you may have thoughts on how you would respond to a question like that, and at that time I also had opinions on how I should respond to that delicate question. However, as I write this I'm not the same man who first found himself on the island and so I would act much differently today. But, this is how I approached it at the time. "Well, you're kind of young for that stuff. But it really does feel good to touch yourself, which is something every boy your age does. So, I guess I could show you how to touch yourself?" He looked a little disappointed. To be frank, he was farther advanced in the art of pleasing another male than I was back then. But he simply said, "Okay." Now, remember that both of us were naked for this demonstration. Nude was after all the national dress of Deserted Paradise Island. "Okay, so you kind of wrap your fingers loosely around your, uh, penis, and then you stroke up and down it, from the base to the head and back again..." "Can you show me, with your fingers on my penis?" He asked, looking serious. "Um, okay," I said. "Now your penis is a lot shorter than mine, but don't worry because in a few years everything including that is going to get a lot bigger." He was sitting next to me, our naked hips touching. His skin was soft and warm. His left hand rested casually on my thigh. I reached into his lap and tentatively wrapped my thumb and first two fingers around the shaft of his little cock. I could feel it swelling as I touched it. "See how you get bigger? You're coming along." He smiled. "That feels good Max," he said, almost a whisper. "Yeah, that's the idea," I said. From my perspective, it felt good too. His little cock was hot and stiff but velvety under my fingers. "So, you just slide your fingers up and dow-" "I'm gonna do you while you do me," he interrupted. "Uh, okay," I said. I gave a start when I felt his warm, soft fingers, his whole hand, wrapping around the shaft of my already swelling cock at about midlength. He imitated my stroking movement, and there we sat, jerking each other off. "It feels good when you touch me," he said. "Do you like touching me?" he added. "Uh, yes, definitely," I mumbled. I sensed that I was already losing control of the situation. "Would you kiss me?" he asked, turning his cute face up to me, so beautiful and frankly kissable. I sighed. "Sure," I said, and bent down to kiss him, our lips meeting, his so soft and warm, and a little wet. I forgot myself and actually gave him a little tongue, just reflexively. He gulped. "I didn't know about that!" he gasped. "Neat!" "And your cock is so much bigger now, it got way bigger than mine did," he said in admiration, I suppose. Meanwhile we were both slowly stroking each other's quite hard cocks. "Um, and so that's pretty much how you do it...to yourself or with someone that you love," I concluded. I suppose that I was afraid that a cop would come out from behind a palm tree and arrest me for being a pedophile or something. I hadn't yet really accepted that the seven of us really were free to create a world that suited our needs, one unlike the puritanical world that had abandoned us. Spence sighed. "That makes me feel tingly when you touch me there." He wriggled a little bit, his bare butt against the log we were seated on, and his warm hip pressing harder into me than even before. "I feel like something's going to happen. Will you kiss me again?" I was at a crossroads. I was beginning to suspect that he knew very well what we were doing, but I was finding myself crossing the line of my own randiness taking over. His fingers felt so exquisite as he stroked my cock, lightly pressing and then easing up in what felt like a very practiced manner. In addition I could feel pre cum beginning to leak from my piss slit, and my balls drawing up as they tend to do when I'm excited. Perhaps you've been in a similar situation yourself...who has the strength of will to turn down the opportunity to enjoy a massive orgasm with a pretty partner? I confess that I'm weak in that way. It had certainly gotten me in trouble with women in my past, as it had last night, my first night on the island, and as it appeared would happen now, the next morning. "Oh god, you're so adorable," I muttered, and fiercely brought my lips to Spence's, finding them warm and soft and so welcoming. The little scamp immediately thrust his tongue past my lips and into my mouth, frenching me and making me think of all the ways that a man and boy could please each other's openings. I grunted, my cock jerking under his eager fingers, which sent a thrill of pleasure through my center, and I reciprocated with my fingers, roughly jerking his little cock and then brushing my middle finger against his ball sack. He moaned into my mouth and I felt his penis jerk against my fingers as he came, cock pulsing in my hand. I gathered his cock and balls into my hand as though I were holding a little bird, feeling his heat and the beating of his heart. The pleasure of touching him so intimately, the taste, smell and feel of his mouth on mine, the sounds of pleasure he was making, and of course the ecstasy of an excited boy's touch on my own cock brought me over the edge, and I shot a thick load of cum on his slim, tan leg and all over his hand, his fingers dripping with my white goo. He was silent for a moment as we held our kiss, then unexpectedly he giggled. I pulled away. "What's funny?" I asked with a smile. "Your stuff," he said. "Most of us don't really have much stuff, just kind of pee when we shoot." "You mean my cum?" I asked. "Yeah, Mike and Chris do sometime, but not like yours. The rest of us just have like water." "You'll have something like mine when you get older. Every man, well pretty much every man, has this liquid, it's called semen and it has sperm in it, to make babies when it goes in a woman." "What? That's crazy," Spence responded. I could see that basic sex education was probably going to be a significant part of conversation on the island. "Well, anyway," I continued, "between two men it's kind of nice too. It lets you know how happy you made your partner." I wondered if there were any benefits of cumming on another male that I was missing, but you have to forgive me, I wasn't exactly a veteran at gay sex. "How does it taste?" Spence asked. "I don't know, I never tasted it until last night," I thought to myself. To Spence I said, "I guess it tastes okay." At which he promptly put his fingers in his mouth, avidly licking my gooey cream off them. He smacked his lips and smiled. "It tastes good." Then he surprised me by going down on his knees in front of me and taking my wilting cock into his mouth, licking the cum that had dripped down the shaft and even wriggling the tip of his little pink tongue in my piss slit, which made me jump a little. "Can you cum again?" He asked, looking up at me with the most angelic blue eyes. "Um, no I don't think so, not for a little while," I responded. He lay his head on my knee and closed his eyes. "I'm tired, can I sleep with you for a little bit?" "Sure, I don't know why not," I said. "My appointment with McGillicuddy Manufacturing isn't until after lunch." "Huh?" he said, then rose to his feet and led me over to the bed he shared with Andy, who was off doing something else. "Will Andy mind that we're sleeping together?" I asked him. "No, why would he?" he responded. "No reason," I said. If that were true, young boys sure didn't have the hang-ups that older folks do. We lay down in their bed, equally generously sized as had been Mike and Chris's. The shade on us was cooling in the warm tropical breeze that penetrated even this far onto the island. I thought that as soon as the opportunity presented itself, I'd have to scope out the rest of the island. Who knew what things might be found. Spence's body felt comfortable against mine, and I soon was dozing, dreaming of being in a five star hotel and sleeping on a down mattress. My dream was interrupted though, when I felt Spence's mouth on my cock. He was slowly taking it into his mouth, his warm, wet lips forming a perfect seal, then slipping down it from the plump dick head nearly to the base with its surrounding wreath of curly pubic hair. "That's a lot to get in my mouth," he gasped. "It's not like with Andy." "I guess you weren't quite ready for a nap yet, huh?" I chuckled. "No, I wanted to see what having sex with you is like, I really like it so far." "Um, okay, but take it easy, I'm an old man." He didn't say anything, only returned to licking and sucking my cock, his tongue roughly scraping the underside of my dick, which absolutely drove me crazy. "God, you suck dick better than my ex wife ever did," I muttered. Spence looked up and grinned. "Do you want to marry me then? He giggled. "Let's see how good of a cook you are," I riposted. The fact of the matter was, Spence's mouth and fingers were making me forget all about sleeping and focusing me right into fucking. "Turn yourself around," I directed him, my hands on his upper body getting him to swing his feet up by my head. His torso, as a nine year old boy, was much shorter than mine as a 45 year old man, so actively engaging in a classic 69 was going to be out of the question, but with a little stretching and squeezing I was able to bring my face to his cute little ass, with his two dimpled, smooth and suntanned ass cheeks. Now, I had never felt any urge to plant my face in my wife's ass, just sticking with eating her pussy and fucking, and an occasional anal fuck. But Spence's cute little ass seemed like a whole different, and very attractive, thing. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward my face, which brought my nose deep into the hot, sweaty crevice at which his ass hole was centered. His butt was warm on my cheeks, smooth against my whiskers, and he giggled. "That tickles!" he laughed. "But it feels good!" I looked at his hole, to be honest it was pretty much the first time I'd spent much time looking at somebody's ass hole. There was a dark tan band around the hole, a couple of inches wide, smooth skin with light colored, downy hairs. Then inside that, surrounding the hole directly was a hairless puckered rose-pink band leading into the bright pink shiny flesh of his rectum. It reminded me of nothing more than a mouth to be kissed. So, I kissed it. Spence jerked away, then immediately pressed his ass closer to my face. "God, that felt GOOD!" he moaned. "Please do that." With an invitation like that, how could I refuse? I smelled him there, cautiously, but he didn't smell like shit, but kind of earthy and sweaty, and I didn't see any shit, so I figured it was probably okay to taste him. I licked tentatively at the bands around his small hole, and he actually tasted good, and I could feel the excitement of it all growing in my dick. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that someday, some way, my hard cock was going to explore that cute, tiny boy pussy...but my cock was thinking about it right now. The brain in my head won, so I restricted myself to orally appreciating the young boy's ass hole, licking around and around, and venturing deeper gradually as Spence urged me on. "It tickles so good when you lick me there," he said. "Lick you where?" I asked teasingly. "There...in my bottom," he stuttered out. "Tell me what you want me to do, and you can use grown up words, I know that you know them," I said, holding back. "Please, lick my ass...hole," he groaned. "Lick my asshole with your tongue." "Like this?" I said, then ferociously licked at his bottom, my happy tongue digging in as far as I could go into his shadowy boi pussy, my hands squeezing his ass cheeks hard, their soft plumpness yielding under my strong grip. His hips wriggled and he ground his resurgent erection against my hairy chest as he vainly sought to cum. Figuring that I'd also like to suck that little dick in all its four inches of glory, I lifted up his hips and pulled him closer to me so that his cock, its piss slit wet and dripping, could slip into my mouth, while I slid the index finger of my right hand into his so, so tight ass, loving the feel of a little boy's rectum grasping my digit. My left hand went to work on stroking his small balls in their hairless, wrinkled ball sack, even as my mouth licked and sucked on his dick. I masturbated, ass fucked and sucked the cute boy for long minutes, his body writhing with pleasure, as he built to what must have been the best orgasm his young body had ever experienced. He thrust into my mouth over and over, gargling out meaningless sounds of ecstasy, then spurt his thin watery semen in my mouth. The taste was wonderful and I swallowed his emission, and hoped for more, though he had shot his wad by then. He went limp, and relaxed on my body, skin to skin, both of us sweaty and happy, though I hadn't cum this time and was still erect -- my second erection in a short time, something women had rarely ever managed with me, but this pretty young boy coaxed out of me easily. After a few minutes, Spence raised himself up so that he was sitting on my stomach, facing me, an impish expression on his face. He reached around back with his right hand while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "What's this?" He asked, feigning naivete. His fingers were grasping my hot cock, stiffly erect and dripping more pre cum now. "It feels important. Something important should be put somewhere safe where it's protected...where can I put it? Oh, I know!" He lifted his lower body up and slipped backwards to my crotch. Then he slowly lowered himself on my rampant cock, the tip of it first sliding between two warm, plump ass cheeks, then into his sweaty furrow and finally locking on to his ass hole, my thick dick head stretching out the puckered pink band of his sphincter, then so slowly easing in deeper and deeper, millimeter by millimeter, the discomfort evident on his face. "You're so much bigger," he moaned. But he didn't stop, the desire outweighing the pain. "You don't have to-" I began. Then there was a sound like a cork out of a wine bottle as my cock head slipped past the narrow constriction into the wider opening of his hot, boy rectum. "Ahh," he sighed, and then began sliding down my pole, my cock fucking deeper and deeper inside my young lover. He rested when my yearning cock was fully enveloped by his ass, my curly pubic hair cushioning his sweet ass cheeks as they rested on my pelvis. Then he began a rhythmic fucking. Spence rode me like a pony, his speed and timing under his control so as not to cause him any harm as his ass was well and truly fucked by me. "God, little boy, your fucking ass feels so good on my cock, your hole is so tight and hot, I wanna fill your little ass with a gallon of hot cum, feel it dripping out of your pussy all day while I lick your hole..." "Yeah Max, fill my hole, fuck me like the pussy boy I am, wanna feel you inside me all the time, fucking, fucking me!" It was clear this boy had been practicing. I couldn't escape the urge to blast my hot spray all over his colon, to fill his hot boi ass with every drop of cum I could. I started jerking my hips upward, and the addition of my random movements to his dancing ass hole set us both off, my cum filling his hole and his cock spraying his jizz on my stomach, one spurt even reaching my mouth. Finally though, it was just too much for both of us and we collapsed in a sweaty man-boy heap, only to hear applause from all the other boys, including Andy, who had gathered around while we were fucking. "Nice one, boys, did you enjoy the show?" They all laughed, and then I said, "Which one of you wants to go with me to my boat?" TO BE CONTINUED ================= Did you enjoy yourself while reading this story? Drop me a line at Darkfantasy2021@protonmail.com and tell me how much you enjoyed it and what else you'd like to see!